picture poem #295
Through in wear
Of our love
With life brittle
Real—petals without
The sunlight
Our grays about
And heard
Of our love
With life brittle
Real—petals without
The sunlight
Our grays about
And heard
Another title: This is my Wasteland. A compilation of some my picture poems, riming haikus and haikus. The numbers are irrelevant.
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